CAVE-IN-ROCK, ILLINOIS -- Last fall, the FBI officially named Juggalos "a loosely-organized hybrid gang." This afternoon, Insane Clown Posse announced at the annual Gathering of the Juggalos "seminar," a veritable State of the Juggalo Union address given to "the heartbeat of the entire Juggalo world," that they were planning to sue the FBI in response.

Last week, the U.S. Marshal's Service issued a press release with this headline: "Gang Member Removed from New Mexico's Most Wanted." The apprehended menace in question was 20-year-old Mark Anthony Carlson, a white 140-pound male wanted on a felony bench warrant for missing probation. His gang affiliation? The "Insane Clown Posse 'Juggalo'" gang.

It's not the first place we'd expect to find Kathleen Hanna's name, but there it is, subtly tacked onto the credits for Neal Medlyn's Wicked Clown Love, a 2012 experimental work "built around the music and culture of hip-hop duo Insane Clown Posse, their devoted fan base the Juggalos, and other forms of male bonding and ritual." Showing at the Kitchen next weekend, Wicked Clown Love's hammy event description on the venue Web site elaborates:

Yes, in an attempt to set U.S./U.K. diplomatic relations back to a pre-Revolutionary War level, Snoop Dogg has announced that he's written a song to commemorate Prince William's last night as a free man. The song is called "Wet." It will premiere later today on Snoop's site. Try and guess the exact time.

Tomorrow night at the Bowery Poetry Club, there will be a short fourth-wall-dropping play entitled Gaga of the Dead, as part of the Blue Box Productions bar-performance series Sticky. The concept? According to curator Nick Job, this little number "is a zombie play in which the cure for undead blood-thirst is Lady Gaga's music." The finale? "A Thriller-esque dance sequence." The brain-eating menace? Juggalos.

The long-threatened summit of Rae, Kanye, and the Bieb has arrived in the person of "Runaway Love (Remix)," a mercifully simple and breezy grafting of Justin Bieber's titular kiddie-r&b jam and, uh, "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthin' Ta Fuck Wit." Which works better than it has any right to, actually, and it's a trip to watch Kanye and Raekown go PG: The insult of choice here is "weirdo." The Internet is magic, people. Remember which site you heard if first on.

This posting is real, incidentally: we just got off the phone with the group's Andre Weston, who confirmed that he'd upped the advertisement yesterday. Since then, about 50 people have contacted the duo. Why use Craigslist, a place people typically use to sell couches, and not to pick up new management in the industry they've been toiling in since 1988? "Shit, you saw it," Dre explains, "and about 50 other people saw it, so I'm just taking advantage of these outlets that are out here nowadays." He added: "We're just trying to make a connection with whoever is out there trying to make something happen." And what is one of the greatest rap crews of the '90s looking for in a manager, circa 2010?